MARCH 25, 2017 It was 6 in the morning Scapula, sign of the cross, knees kiss floor Hands together, eyes closed. Whisper, talk, prattle, decibellable tonguing… I claim, I declare, I command, A job, money, wife. Amen. It was 2 hours after noon, Breakfast. How are you ‘unfasting’ people? Joe, did you fast today? My Lord said, the Lord says, my Father said, the Word of God says… My people, the Lord cometh! It was 2 hours after sunset. A quarrel with a co- tenant over funeral contribution: God is not a god of the dead! Mourn with…
Author: William Adjei-Tuadzra
William Adjei-Tuadzra
Welcome to my corner of stories, insights, and creative musings. I’m a writer who weaves narratives in both standard English and pidgin, capturing the essence of life’s everyday moments and the complexity of human experiences. My passion lies in blending sociolinguistics, culture, and creativity to tell stories that resonate. Whether it’s through blogging, videography, or a touch of literary flair, I aim to connect with readers, spark conversations, and explore new perspectives. When I’m not writing, you’ll find me behind the camera, shaping visual stories, or reflecting on the power of words to inspire and transform or tutoring. Join me on this journey as I share my world—one story at a time.
APRIL 22, 2017 i Like seriously? Why you mon bore? Dat one krãa go make dem do am de more Wey your feelings all go turn sour Den your whole mind go dey go go tour Wey e be mistakes zalaa you go dey make de more E be true say anger get hin own home Dat be fools dema bosom Wey e fit dey increase like Bayport loan Wey e go dey appear for your every tone Shun anger den save your bone. ii Ah! You mon wise up. If you serve some bro Wey e mistreat…
APRIL 1, 2017 i Sangbuis! Suaen! Zuan! Luuubu! I serve you like my head no dey So you pay me like money no dey Paa like money no dey you. I love you like my head no dey Wey you dawg me like courtesy no dey Paa like courtesy no dey your family blood. I respect you like my head no dey Den you treat me like manners no dey Paa like manners no dey you. Sangbuis! Suaen! Szui! Buuuluu! ii Your skin barb you like…
APRIL 17, 2017 i Hana be horse, beautiful horse, now a mare Ebe Sika wey dem dey bell am Dat be de time wey she be baby horse, foal. Dat time, hin master, de white man perh, Wey fit dey ride am. ii Now, she grow; she claim hin body She get hin own stable Ebe dat day wey dey name am Hana de Great, some too fit bell am Great Hana, But de name wey she dey check paaa be Hana-G. Ebe malapropism Wey e sarng be personification…
FIRST PUBLISHED MAY 1, 2017 i Wey Mensah dey prepare de soup noh De pepper wey pass wanna nose self, Like dat one kraa for warn us But we naa, we be headtrong- we no biz. Kofi sneeze; I cough Mensah himself cough den sneeze! Eno cher bia wey Mansah come. Na she talk say ebe nice aroma wey dey de house Wey she go take over- abi she be Mensah ein gerl dat. Tilapia light soup. I just make lucky say I carry my health insurance card, valid. ii As she prepare de food finish, Boy-boys make…
FIRST PUBLISHED: MARCH 17, 2017 A touch A bite A whip A cut A blow An insult A hurt An insinuation. Sorry. Okay. A gift A hand A stab A gossip Betrayal Sorry. But why? Love, they called it: love unrequited Agbelitime love. They say when you are doing it and you hold on to one And it breaks Hold onto another. That’s the rule of the game But my friend didn’t know But the other one knew all the rules of engagement of agbelitimelove. One went with a heart, Another went with a stomach. Hehehhehhehehhe. …
FIRST PUBLISHED: MARCH 16, 2017 When the maroon and the marquis in Toronto meet,Who shoves who? Whether it is meet for him to spit a little spittle And the haze to quench, Or it the temple to poke And the pituitary to prick, Or whether the banister to consume in isolation, Making the landing non-accused. And if on the landing they meet, Who shoves who?
FIRST PUBLISHED:/MARCH 16, 2017 Non-Governmental Mosquitoes Verbal etalage of secret views variant Did tarnish your image at the quarreling theatre, When you threw decency and caution to the wind, Just in time to prove Shakespeare right: “The world is a stage.” Never in my life have I witnessed such volcanic eruption of fiery insults— True and untrue, Real and unnatural. We may invite you again, Just to testify against each other in the quarreling theatre, Where Mbaluto once held onto the orphan snake-clasp of his belt— But Maluto was plaintiff. Shame on you! You bloody dandy darlings, You…
First published: March 18, 2017 The metal door clanged shut with a thud. The atmosphere was heavy, laden with sadness. Torrential tears flooded the eyes of onlookers. The driver revved and honked hard, almost simultaneously, before the diesel engine roared to life. Everyone around was steeped in sorrow. But there stood the young girl, Jumoka, unperturbed. At 18 years old, she had been sentenced to 25 years for dealing in narcotics. She smiled mischievously, sniffing as though the moment was amusing. She rubbed her nose quickly, waved at the devastated crowd, and smiled as the gaol transit truck took…
Events leading to the National Radio & Television Personality Awards ceremony that particular year were beginning to gather momentum when that accident occurred. The facts had it that the mobile telephony company which was the headline sponsor committed an error in their contractual agreement with the organizers and thus had their main rivals give them a good run for their money. The rival company, because they were financially superior, wanted to dislodge this small one and therefore submitted a counter proposal to the event organizers with a juicier deal, capitalizing on that trifling error. The organizers felt tempted and gave…